Twelfth Night, Or What You Will

by William Shakespeare (1623)

Act 1 Scene 5

Olivia - Female, 25 to 35 yrs

Scene partner - herself

Monologue - Comedic, 1:00 to 2:00 min


What is your parentage?'
'Above my fortunes, yet my state is well:
I am a gentleman.' I'll be sworn thou art;
Thy tongue, thy face, thy limbs, actions and spirit,
Do give thee five-fold blazon: not too fast:
soft, soft!
Unless the master were the man. How now!
Even so quickly may one catch the plague?
Methinks I feel this youth's perfections
With an invisible and subtle stealth
To creep in at mine eyes. Well, let it be.

[Enter Malvolio]

What ho, Malvolio!

[Malvolio: Here, madam, at your service.]

Run after that same peevish messenger,
The county's man: he left this ring behind him,
Would I or not: tell him I'll none of it.
Desire him not to flatter with his lord,
Nor hold him up with hopes; I am not for him:
If that the youth will come this way to-morrow,
I'll give him reasons for't: hie thee, Malvolio.

[Malvolio: Madam, I will.]

[Exit Malvolio]

I do I know not what, and fear to find
Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind.
Fate, show thy force: ourselves we do not owe;
What is decreed must be, and be this so.

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